A 25-year-old from the suburbs visits Tokyo and has a quiet breakdown. Not because anything went wrong. Because for the first time in his life he didn’t need a car to exist. He walked to dinner. Took a train to a museum. Grabbed groceries on the way home. Never once sat in traffic, alone, paying for parking. He grew up being told this was impossible. Japan just calls it a city. A whole generation is realizing the thing they were sold as ‘freedom’ was actually a parking lot.